Here’s another old photo I’m recycling for FCB. It really shows Hobbes’ cloudy right eye. He picked up an infection while at the shelter that I guess migrated to his eye. It’s never seemed to bother him, but it’s not like I can ask him to read an eye chart either.
This photo is actually from a few years back, but the source file was pretty high resolution so I was able to enhance the deep black better than some of my newer images. Plus, the green eyes come through a little better. And he’s damn cute.
Okay, this is late for the 4th, but posing a cat with silly holiday props is time-consuming. Probably a bad idea as well, both as a photo and as a general annoyance to the cat. But, Bruno tolerated it long enough to get this one shot, so I can’t waste it.
Happy Canada Day, Happy Independence Day, and congratulations to Eugenie Bouchard for a historic, but too short Wimbledon run! She’ll be back.
Of course, about 2 minutes later, they were fighting. Those last all of 5 seconds, so I didn’t get a shot of that. Hobbes takes the defensive pose shown above and taunts Bruno. It’s like two kids on a long road trip where one is always, “I’m not touching you! I’m not touching you!” Eventually, Bruno gets pestered enough to pounce, which loosens a couple tufts of hair and everybody moves on like nothing happened.
Tomorrow is the longest day in the northern hemisphere (while shortest in southern, funny how that happens). So, Hobbes is making sure his daytime napping skills are in tip-top form. Don’t want to risk an injury from lack of preparation.
Paraskevidekatriaphobia (fear of Friday the 13th). Ailurophobia (fear of cats). Melanophobia (fear of the color black). Selenophobia (fear of the moon). Oh, and CTV News says Mercury is in retrograde, too. Pick your poison as we’ve got a bit of everything today.
For a little cat blogging variety, some of the neighbor cats have been haunting the backyard. The black cat is wearing a bell, but it clearly has limited effect as I saw him very nearly catch a house finch off one of the bird feeders. He (I’m guessing) was also mewing plaintively at the squirrels in the tree, but I’m pretty sure he would regret catching one.
For a humorous take, here’s The Oatmeal on ‘How Much Cats Actually Kill.’ Most wild animal and bird kills are done by feral cats, but even well-fed domesticated cats are murderous little beasts. Even more reason to keep your cat safe and indoors.